New Crime Novels & Stories

Everyone makes mistakes, but this one seems illegal. Conan still feels the same, numb and empty.

Charlotte is the chairman of my class and let me tell you, if any boys try to get into her pants, she will make sure that she leaves the guy with a broken nose and a broken dick. Kayden and Jayden are fraternal twins. Despite being twins, they're very different in some ways; especially when it comes to the type of girls they like. Kayden likes girls who would only be willing for one-night stands but Jayden like girls who can commit to a relationship. But both brothers communicate well with each other, so I guess it is really the twin's thing?

Now shush. Special things are silenced if people want them to stay secret. What’s so special about something you can’t tell? Cigarettes aren’t so bad. Death row inmates always ask for them, as many as they can get. People offer them in bars, at rest stops. In places where they’re in new company and they want to feel safe. It’s like trading for love, only not really. Or maybe I just think too much.

My heart was killing me at the moment, I couldn't breathe. Albert opened his eyes, smiled at me then heaved a sigh before planting a kiss on my forehead. "One. Nine-eleven attacks." My forehead furrowed. What did he mean by one? He kissed the tip of my nose, "Two. Mozilla Firefox," I gasped. I let my brain backtrack from what he was saying. He kissed my cheeks. "Three. Ousting SH. Four, F******k."

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

he mumbled with relief. “You better charge that, baby, because we have phone calls to make,” I told him, tapping my finger on the list I made last night. I found the perfect plot of land along the outskirts of town. It was in a prime location, close to the clubhouse and the main route to Lakewell. Kian could commute to and from work, and I didn’t have to be stuck in the middle of nowhere. He bought me a brand-new phone and added my name to his bank account. My criminal record was null and void here in Forest Hills. Human laws had no jurisdiction in the secret state of Whitehaven. They had a separate governing body, and they made their own constitutions. It meant that a squeaky-clean driver’s

The host said nervously. "Hello everyone this is Crimson Lee and i would first like to apologize to the public for this uproar, I would also like to apologise to my agency and my sisters here, even though I didn't drug the coffee it was I who bought it so it isn't off that Kristen would blame me for it. It was a few days ago, a week I think....

I use my backpack as a shield against the cold raindrops and run through the darkness that rules the university parking lot. My criminal law class ended fifteen minutes late, so the area feels even more desolate than usual. There’s a guard booth just a few meters away, but I get the same bizarre sensation I’ve had the past few nights: the back of my neck prickling, a warning deep in my mind, like someone is watching me from the shadows.

“A criminal?! Hang on! I’ll call the police right now! Hang in there!” When Camala heard that, she immediately stopped and headed over to the phone. “He’s not a criminal. He’s just a delivery driver who’s here to deliver Wendy’s painkillers. She’s lying to you! “I’m Wendy’s aunt. Wendy feels neglected because her brothers went to watch her sister’s performance, and she kicked up quite a fuss. I was just lecturing her. You don’t have to call the police. This is nothing, really! It’s late, and we caused you trouble. We’re truly sorry.”

I look around and see the busy streets of the city awakening to another day. A new day.